Welcome to the PP, Christy!
Let's dive right in and get to the fun answers.
How did you get from your day job to writing romance? I read a romance novel and thought, “I can do better than that.” Of course, it took years before I was able to write better than the book I’d read!
What are your three favorite books of all time? Wow, I’d say: After You’d Gone by Maggie O’Farrell, Belong to Me by Marisa de los Santos, and Montana Sky by Nora Roberts.
Morning, afternoon, or evening person? Morning! I can hardly stay up as late as my kids!
Music--with or without? What kind? While writing—no music. I need silence to hear all the voices in my head.
First or third POV? Third. I wrote one book in first and then went through the painstaking process of changing it to third. NEVER again!
How's tricks? Do you juggle multiple projects? No. I do one at a time.
What's harder: beginning, middle, or the end? Middle. I’m not a plotter, so I’ve usually got the beginning and end in mind, but the middle is where I hit a bump. Sometimes, the bump is a hill; sometimes, it’s a mountain.
Revisions: Love 'em or hate 'em? I like revisions because the meat of the story is done!
How did you come up with that title? Titles are puzzles that usually wait until the end of the book (again, because I’m not a plotter). I try to come up with words that go along with the plot and brainstorm using a thesaurus.
Best advice anybody every gave you? Came through a blog. Kristine Kathryn Rusch said the only one who can define your success is you. I read it and thought, wow, she’s so right!
Fill in this blank: My ideal fictional hero would think me gorgeous no matter… how long it’s been since I’ve had a shower! Some days, it’s just not that important.
What's your favorite dessert? Ice Cream
Do you write at home or someplace else? I have an office in my basement that’s quiet and has windows to the back yard.
What's your favorite type of hero/heroine and why? I love a good reunion story and I typically love Nora Robert’s heroes because they are very manly. I like real men, warts and all.
Blurb from The Accidental Encore:
Allie felt more than saw Craig pull back from his plate. “You.” He fixed her with a pointed stare as sharp as the tines on the fork he aimed at her face. “You hit me.”
“That’s how I know you. You ran the red light and plowed your little silver sedan right into my truck.”
Allie deliberately closed her mouth after it had fallen open. She lifted her chin in the air and straightened her spine. “You ran the red light. Mine was green.”
“Green my ass!” He scraped his chair back and stood up slowly, settling into a cocksure stance that had her rising from her seat. The dog, with its boxy head and light eyes, got up and wagged his tail at his master’s feet. She swallowed hard when she realized the dog resembled a short-legged pit bull.
“Listen,” she began with a weary look at the dog, “I don’t know what you were doing instead of paying attention to the road, but you obviously don’t know the difference between green and red.”
“Right back atcha, sister.”
Leah raised her hands in the air. “Whoa. Can we call a truce, please?”
Allie reached for her coat and spied her bag where she’d left it, leaning against the kitchen island where Craig stood. She jerked her arms into her coat and retrieved her bag, holding her ground even as Craig refused to move and forced her to stand within inches of his broad chest. Damn him, he smelled even better up close.
Good luck with The Accidental Encore, Christy!
And visit the PP again and again.